Simba joe was my best friend. My world. My everything. I had 11 amazing years with him. I got him when he was 6 weeks old til his passing. Always by my side. He was my emotional support animal. I called him my overgrown squirrel because his tail was fluffy and curly. When I needed a shoulder to cry on he was there. He was there when I lost my mom 4 years ago. He has been a light in my life since I got him. When I had no one in my corner I had him. He always would be silly at random times. He protected me when it was needed. He loved my nieces and nephews and he would round them up to ensure they weren't out of eyesight for him.